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Post by Forestbreak on Feb 17, 2013 19:29:25 GMT -6
Forestbreak sighed, her gray pelt studded with ice and snow as she trudged through the snowstorm. Wincing, she flattened her ears and drew herself into a stiff position, tenderly taking once step at a time, her paws crunching in the thick layer of snow that had formed in the last few moments.
The wind whipping past her, she prayed silently that the other medicine cats would brave the terrible weather to make the journey to the Shimmering Rocks. She was fairly sure Waspwing would; he was a diligent medicine cat and a brave soul, despite his injured leg.
She plopped down in the snow, shuddering as she wrapped one foreleg around herself to warm up even the slightest bit.
(Hey Laz, you should totally bring Peachwing into this meeting ;D)
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Post by Waspwing on Feb 17, 2013 21:44:05 GMT -6
(Totally planning on it)
Waspwing cursed under his breath as another frigid blast of wind hit him. He had been hesitant about coming to this meeting, but knew it would be best if he attended.
Finally he reached the stupid Shimmering Rocks, and he immediately huddled against the nearest rock, hoping to block out as much wind as possible. He didn't even notice Forestbreak until he was happy, and he huffed.
"I'm..Cold, if you couldn't tell." He yowled, curling up into a tight ball. Hopefully the other Medicine Cats would arrive soon so that they could just start the meeting.
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Post by Forestbreak on Feb 17, 2013 22:35:06 GMT -6
(Yay. Go get that gurl's peachy wingy self over here)
Forestbreak let out a sight of relief as the pale ginger tabby tom's coat became visible in the dense snowfall. Good, someone else had decided to come! She hoped Clovepetal would be here soon, or Brightflame, or any of the other medicine cats that actually ever came to meetings anymore. Then again, she couldn't blame them if they didn't. The weather was horrid.
"Oh, really? I thought it was positively sweltering," she retorted. Glancing around, she muttered, "Looks like it may just be you and I again for this meeting. It's a bit pathetic, don't you think?"
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Post by Fernpelt on Feb 17, 2013 22:45:16 GMT -6
Fernpelt staggered into the clearing. Her pelt was flecked with snow and she felt chilled to the bone. She knew that Leaf Bare borught cold, but she hadn't expected this bitter of weather. Following not far behind Waspwing, she arrived slightly after him. As she rounded the corner into the area, she heard Forestbreak's comment.
"Well, unfortunately you'll have to put up with me too. Three medicine cats? It's an improvement, at least," she said dryly. As she sat down in the snow, she shifted at the crispness of the snow. Not exactly comfortable. "How've things been, Forestbreak?"
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Post by Waspwing on Feb 17, 2013 23:41:41 GMT -6
Waspwing was about to make a retort to Forestbreak, but Fernpelt's arrival interrupted him. He was somewhat surprised to see she had come along, but shrugged it off. At least there was another cat here to provide some body heat.
He couldn't help but grow somewhat impatient quickly, and truly just wanted to start without the others. But he would let Forest and Fern chat for a little longer, maybe see if anyone else actually arrived.
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Post by Forestbreak on Feb 18, 2013 21:10:13 GMT -6
"Oh, fine. I'm glad you came, Fernpelt. It would be so lonely with just me and ol' Waspwing here, huh?" She grinned good-naturedly, head-butting the tom's side. "Really, it's like some of the medicine cats aren't even doing their jobs anymore."
"Anyhow, let's get to sleep. I'm anxious to go into hibernation; I dunno about you guys." She tucked her tail around her feet and sighed, then edged closer to the Shimmering Rocks and placed her nose on them. Her head clouded, and she fell into a fuzzy, cold sleep.
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Post by Waspwing on Feb 18, 2013 21:32:17 GMT -6
Waspwing nodded and huddled closer to one of the stones, sighing before touching his nose to it. For a moment everything seemed cloudy, but then he fell into the darkness of sleep.
He woke up again in a lovely clearing in the forest. The trees were all full of green leaves, and it seemed like every turn held a bird or a mouse or a squirrel. He purred in delight as he raced through the undergrowth, ignoring the pain in his leg.
Now this, this is how weather should be.
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Post by Wildheart on Feb 18, 2013 22:43:04 GMT -6
A soft breeze struggled to push the rather large she-cats brown coat. Her thick coat was one of the many traits she had to remind her of her clan in her afterlife. Wildheart's seemingly ancient gaze passed over the spiritual land, the wisdom of her past life made the irises seem like deep ice waters. The she-cat inhaled gently, the faint smell of cats filled her nostrils. The living... the difference Wildheart found between spirits and the living was that the living smelled stronger. Making it easy to tell the difference between the two.
"I suppose it is that time..." She grumbled padding through the undergrowth, keeping low and as out of sight as she could. It wasn't to hard considering her coloring, the only thing that sort of stood out was the light cream on her chest and muzzle.
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Post by Clovepetal on Feb 19, 2013 0:34:17 GMT -6
Clovepetal reached the Shimmering Rocks panting heavily. She had raced over here after promising Forestbreak that she would catch up with her after she finished sorting the last of the herbs. The cold bite in the air made her throat begin to ache.
Great, she thought bitterly, I'm going to end up being my own patient!
When she climb the last few steps, the red she-cat saw that a surprisingly large amount of Medicine Cats had attended this time. Over three! But they were already asleep.
Oh well, Clovepetal thought, Might as well get started!
And with that thought, she laid down near her apprentice and pressed her nose to the Shimmering Rock, allowing herself to fall unconcious.
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Post by Forestbreak on Feb 19, 2013 15:11:37 GMT -6
Forestbreak found herself in a wide clearing: CloudClan, surely. The snow felt like a thing of the past, and a warm breeze was ruffling her fur. She grinned, hopping to her feet, but then pricked her ears as she heard something in the undergrowth.
"Hello?" she muttered nervously, tail stiff and head low. It couldn't be a spirit, right? There were so few spirits in CloudClan, and she'd never met one before. It was probably just her imagination. She shook her head and flattened her ears. Looking up again, she purred, noticing how the sun filtered through the trees and voles nibbled the grass. Her heart raced as she imagined hunting again, something she hadn't done in ages. But she put the thought out of her mind. It was a lost cause.
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